From the open-air platform, looking down, the scenery of the Inner City, Outer City, and the bay was all in sight, and the warm breeze of the bright sumr day caressed his face, perating with an invisible restlessness.
Liszt didn’t know how long this trip would specifically take.
The second quarter financial report would co out in August, and he didn’t know if he’d be present by then.
Apart from railroads, Sharon, Liszt had other plans for going inland.
He was now a legitimate rchant, already able to issue commissions in his own na at the adventurer’s guild.
Over seven years,
Liszt had been avoiding being hunted, only able to survive on the edge of a completely chaotic world, and those days were finally over—it was his turn to hunt.
Like a nightmare that could not be waved away, a strange figure with bizarre proportions, always wearing a black cloth hood.
The first thing upon landing.
Liszt planned to offer a hefty bounty for this man, a price on his head.
The adventurer’s guild could gather clues, and the Thief Guild even undertook assassination work, unfortunately, negotiations had broken down, but there were many assassin organizations in the underworld of the Western Continent.
As long as there was money, even ghosts would grind mills.
He had forgotten this matter, Diaz, the so-called Emperor of the Night, a lingering problem that must be eliminated early to avoid prolonged nightmares.
This trip to the Western Continent was going to be busy.
Although Fen wasn’t there, there was a beautiful woman with both literary and martial skills as a lower substitute, the mad woman’s education was also pretty high.
An external brain was always welco, to offer suggestions, he only needed to decide.
Dreya, although capable of walking under daylight, was always affected and spent most of her ti indoors during the sumr days.
"That’s good."
Dreya held a faint smile, as if she had realized sothing and understood that arguing further was futile, ticulously adjusting Liszt’s open-neck shirt and fastening his buttons as if he were a hooligan despite his high status.
In the already sowhat hot sumr days, the touch of her cold fingertips was refreshing.
"You finally understand, I don’t trust anyone else to hold the fort."
Liszt picked up a handful of blood-red hair, his thoughts suddenly returning to five years ago.
It was hard to imagine that things had developed to this extent, and difficult to say whether that robbery attempt had been successful.
When Liszt first t this mad woman, he intended to kill her to silence her, to do it thoroughly. Unexpectedly, it was he who was overwheld, and then the mad woman beca frenzied, becoming a juicer in every sense of the word.
"I will have Goria and redith accompany you."
Dreya had found an important clue about the Junlin Sword Master, but since he was not on the island, Liszt had to settle for this arrangent unwillingly.
"You say how it should be done, and so it shall be."
Liszt had to take advantage of the mad woman’s indecision and make a quick escape, calling up the group of old bachelors at the pool on the open-air platform.
Once a man passes thirty years old without marriage, he can’t beco a magician, but his spirit is bound to be sowhat twisted.
"To the highest port in the world, Golden Palm Port!"
"Conceded, every place is the highest, right, it’s like everyone has their own hall."
"Isn’t this thief bragging about being an expert at picking up girls in mainland bars?"
All eyes turned to Ben.
As a forr mber of the Thief Guild and forr Shadow ssenger, he knew more about the guild than even Swan did, and having stayed on this broken island long enough to beco sick, he volunteered himself insistently for a trip to the mainland.
Having thought that after defeating Doringger, Ben would reach the pinnacle of his life, joining the board of directors, marrying a rich beauty, but the outco stunned him.
He was still a low-class slave of the Black Sail, 9527, just given a middle managent position, earning a hundred silver coins a month due to his contribution in gathering information about the Sea God, rewarded with twelve Golden Dragons and fifty silver coins.
No one took this compared to his own experiences; Ben and Mo’er were from the sa mold, authentic Mud People, Extre Heavenly Demons, often referred to as Little Ben, apart from good deeds he did everything, even soliciting prostitutes without paying, who could have a worse fate than himself?
Ben didn’t actually participate in the fight with Doringger, he shirked throughout, a big traitor playing both sides.
Knowing too many secrets, he was also tied down by Black Sail, and the only way out for him was to be a Sir, this way.
He would act as a traitor, causing so damage to the Thief Guild, luring the snake out of its hole.
"Bar pickup? Very simple, just follow my thod, and if you can’t pick up a girl, behead ."
Ben leaned back tactically, what a lady-killer.
"What is it?"
Mika was extrely shocked, judging from his tone, it sounded like there was一个 formulaic professional procedure, picking up girls was like mixing dication, just physical labor without any difficulty, following that thod would surely succeed!
Considering Ben’s profession, what he said might indeed be true, only potentially a bit devious.
"It doesn’t matter if it’s a bar, a dance hall, or even a high society dinner, this thod works, first... you don’t need to do anything, just calm down and quietly observe."
Ben had an unbeatable technique for picking up girls.
"What exactly is it, you asshole?"
Shadi was extrely curious. With his unbeatable hardware, if he added inner strength techniques to live off won and usurp a country, it might actually be possible.
"Wait until those handso knights, rich second-generations finish choosing won, then target the old, weak, and sick. Fuck, you’ll never know how desperate those won are."
Ben was quite proud and sneered, never having failed.
The crowd gasped in amazent.
"That... that makes sense!"
Mika held his forehead, maybe he should try it himself.
"Is this so magic technique? It feels like falling into an extrely pitiful and disgusting field, my mind is getting affected, despair is spreading."
Shadi felt a chill.
Morison seed thoughtful. Although he didn’t want to admit it, it was true. The editor was also puzzled; even if Batman could beat a man in a purple suit with green hair, he was no match for this man.
Dreya smiled wryly; to her, these greasy middle-aged n were just juvenile greenhorns.
"Co back early."
She said it calmly; old couples no longer needed a goodbye kiss, it was sowhat eerie without the mood.
Dreya thought that, given Liszt’s current power, it wasn’t small. It was more than enough to deal with small fries. However, considering what she had heard from Mo Yutong.
It definitely needed to be turned into an impregnable fortress.
For centuries, Dreya has mostly been a hobody, but even the tis she spent traveling around the world, the books she read, and the experiences she had, were more than enough for several lifetis.
Strategic maneuvering...
Was not on the sa level.
She could say so effortlessly.
Hearing this, Liszt felt an unexpected burst of ecstasy, and it was set in stone. Without the mad woman’s restraints, he... could sleep with whoever he wanted.
Mika! Sorry! Qili, the goddess in the hearts of thousands at grand festival performances, I too want to fuck her!
"Of course, I’m just going to talk business, it’ll be quick. It’s impossible for the boss of Heaven Port to co down and fight himself, you can rest easy."
Liszt was daring in his desires, trying to tease Dreya, younger than twenty, like flirting with a high school girl, ready to stroke her nose with his hand.
But she caught his hand and pinched his fingers, her gaze extrely cold.
Liszt had a bad premonition.
"I’m sending those two with you, for other reasons too."
Dreya said coldly, worried that Liszt would ss around outside. She had a cleanliness obsession. Actually, it didn’t matter much how Liszt screwed around; she was not concerned about that kind of thing at her age. Her concern was him getting involved with won who had been with many n, making his figurines unclean. In that case, she would have to kill Liszt.
Liszt’s eyelid twitched. Fine, when he returned, he’d see whose side they were on.
"Do you want to bring back so local specialties?"
Liszt called a bunch of old bachelors to leave, asking Dreya at the last mont. Mo Yutong was there too. With so many Yisu Maidens in the castle, many still blossoming, she should not be lonely.
Dreya shook her head.
"I’ll find you if I need to."
The others naturally couldn’t persuade Garscek, but she could.
Liszt felt as if facing a great enemy; this mad woman was always up to no good.
The others had already gone downstairs.
"Let’s go."
Liszt took with him the East Sea King skin, used for making capes that nearly dragged on the floor, white fur pelts, incredibly expensive, from a highly restricted area where magic beasts’ real skins were rare.
Dreya pulled him back and took a fierce bite on his arm, oozing bright red blood plasma.
Liszt ant to say sothing.
But Dreya licked her tongue, wiped the residue from her lips, and it was nothing unexpected, letting Liszt breathe a sigh of relief.
"Go on now."
Dreya gestured with her hand, sending Liszt off, then grabbing a book from a shelf, lounging in a chaise longue.
Liszt speechless, pulling his cape on, she really was a mad woman, leaving the top floor of the main city building.
While Dreya had no interest in reading.
Because this man’s blood had beco even more bewitching.
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